[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
T.S.Eliot
Thursday, November 23, 2017
Antibes
I'm enjoying half a day off in Antibes. While wandering through the alleys of the old town, accompanied by some team mates of mine, I'm exploring the opportunities of the new SW technologies and the allure of de-saturation.
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